Obsession

by Cathryn Cooper

  The man was not to know that as Carew asked him for what he wanted, he had reached behind Prissy and rolled the folds of her skirt to her waist. As she interpreted his words, and her legs opened, his hand spanned her behind and his smallest finger dipped into her wet vagina.

  It pleased and excited him to see Prissy trying to prevent moans of encouragement escaping her throat. Like a doll, the puppet he had always encouraged her to be, she moved on his hand and did as he wanted.

  With his palm holding the material in place, he trailed his fingers over her bottom. How soft it was, how good it felt to dig into its softness with his fingernails, to feel her muscles clench as he prodded between her cheeks and poked at her tight little anus. Tight, he thought, like the flesh of her bottom should be, not plump and soft as it was.

  Thinking that sort of thought surprised him. Oliver he had considered, was banished from his mind. And yet, here he was again, only this time in the form of a round, tight bottom, rather than soulful eyes handsome face.

  It wasn’t easy, but he did manage to control intensity of the vision. With effort, he turned attention to Prissy.

  Poor thing! She was biting her bottom lip, trying her best to stop from crying out as he pinched her behind.

  Smiling, Carew turned to the tobacconist.

  ‘Put that on my bill will you, old man.’

  As the shopkeeper nodded, Carew let go of Prissy’s skirt so that it fell to its normal length. He was still smiling as he watched her glance between the shop door and the tobacconist. She reached behind her and smothered her skirt down over her behind.

  Outside, Carew pulled on his gloves as he spoke. ‘I enjoyed that. Didn’t you, Prissy?’ He couldn’t help smiling.

  Prissy blushed more profusely before she stammered, ‘Yes. Yes. I suppose I did.’

  He took her hand again and began to walk back to the car. He looked at her only when he thought she wasn’t looking at him. Every so often, her skirt rose, then fell again. It was not enough to imagine how the breeze was affecting her nakedness. He had to hear it from her, so he asked her what he wanted to ask.

  ‘How does it feel to have the breeze caressing your thighs and your sex?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘Of course you know. Tell me.’

  She took a deep breath. ‘Pleasant.’

  ‘And in the shop?’

  He saw her blush and look down at the pavement. ‘Exciting.’

  Hearing her say that made him look forward to their picnic. In the grass, he would do more to her, have her do more to him. Losing himself in his own sexuality and her docility would ease his mind.

  Katie pressed her face against the bow-fronted window of the tea shop and waved like mad.

  Phoebe, who she had arranged to see at that time, was sitting at a table near the window.

  Quickly, she got to her feet, paid her bill, and let the doorbell jangle wildly.

  ‘Tell me all about it, my dear girl,’ she said as they got into her little Austin. ‘What’s happened with you and Carew?’

  Katie told her about how things had nearly come to a head before Sir Charles had entered the room.

  ‘That was close.’

  Katie eyed the shops as they passed.

  ‘What are you looking for?’

  ‘Him. He saw me on the road and stopped. I dived into a hedge.’

  ‘He could have given you a lift.’

  ‘He would have seen you with me. I told him you were only a friend.’

  ‘Just as well,’ returned Phoebe. ‘I’m up at Thompson Towers anyway next week. He’s having one of his little parties. I don’t know whose birthday it is this time, or whether it’s anything at all, but I have received an invitation and I’ve managed to get one for you.’

  ‘Really.’ Katie sank back in her seat, removed her cap and scratched her head. ‘Now there’s a thought,’ she said quietly.

  She felt Phoebe’s eyes look at her sidelong, then felt her hand slide onto her knee.

  ‘What have you got in mind, Katie darling? little scheme is brewing in that brain pot of yours?’ Katie ran her arm along the back of Phoebe’s shoulders and kissed her friend fondly on the cheek.

  ‘Two schemes actually.’

  ‘Two? And what might they be?’

  ‘The first involves you. Gareth is being awkward and if I don’t keep him sweet he could wreck the second.’

  Phoebe listened as she drove and decided they needed somewhere private to talk.

  At Katie’s suggestion, she drove round the back of the church, along a track the hearses usually took, and down into the woods where the grass was still wet and the trees were heavy with raindrops.

  ‘Let’s walk and I’ll tell you more.’

  Phoebe got out and followed Katie along a narrow path, the long grass snatching at Phoebe’s skirt and whipping at Katie’s trousers.

  As the sun twinkled through the trees, Katie told Phoebe of her plan with regard to Gareth’s demand about both of them going to bed with him again. Phoebe laughed and asked her how she could be so wicked.

  ‘Call it one of my many talents,’ Katie replied.

  ‘Do you think we can do this?’

  Katie winked at her friend. ‘This is just a rehearsal for greater things. After this, it’s Carew.’ She bent her head nearer her friend’s ear. ‘Just remember to answer the invitation on my behalf, Phoebe darling. I will most definitely be coming.’

  Phoebe laughed louder and kicked out her legs as she danced back along the path. ‘If you play your cards right,’ she giggled, ‘Carew Bentley Thompson will be coming as well!’

  Chapter 16

  It was dusk and drizzling. Katie was half way up the stairs that led from the stable yard to the loft and Gareth was on his way down when she told him that Phoebe and her were ready and waiting for him. The glint of male excitement in Gareth’s eyes was instant and unmistakeable. ‘You’ve arranged it already?’

  She smiled provocatively. ‘Yes. I have, my beautiful man. Are you up to it?’ She ran her hand over the roughness of his shirt and felt the muscles tense as he lunged for her. Still smiling, she took a step backwards.

  ‘Not here,’ she said, her voice purposely husky and sweet with promise.

  ‘Where then?’

  ‘In the tack room.’

  ‘It’s dark in there.’

  ‘Does that frighten you, my big, big man?’

  ‘I won’t be able to see either of you.’

  Katie cupped her hidden breasts, then swayed her hips as her hands travelled over them. ‘Feel your way, darling. Feel your way!’

  He chuckled and shook his head. ‘I’ll do that alright. Neither of you gave me much of a chance to have a feel before, so I’ll make the most of it. I’ll cope with the dark alright.’ His smile disappeared and he looked at her with suspended intensity. ‘It’s you that frightens me, squib,’ he said quietly. ‘You and those big eyes of yours. Have done since the first. Same as they have a lot of men.’

  ‘And women,’ she added.

  Gareth looked at her in amazement. ‘Bloody hell!’ Then, he grinned. ‘I should have known that,’ he said. ‘The way you and that Phoebe goes on.’

  Goes on, she thought. Well, I suppose that means that Phoebe and I show our closeness more openly than we should.

  ‘Well,’ she said to him, hands expectantly on hips, head cocked cheekily to one side. ‘Are you coming?’

  ‘Sure. I’m coming.’ He grinned as he said it and dropped his eyes to her thighs which were still hidden behind the roughness of her trousers. She guessed the comparison between rough cloth and smooth skin, male attire and female limbs, excited him. Nothing she had learned about men surprised her any more, though it had to be admitted his next question was unexpected.

>   ‘Can I ask one extra favour? When we’re finished, can I watch you two together?’

  Katie raised her eyebrows as he would expect her to do. Men had many strange foibles when it came to sex. Granted two women together could easily pleasure each other because of their familiarity with each other’s bodies. But why was it men got a turn on from watching such action?

  ‘Two women? That excites you?’

  ‘Yes.’

  Slowly, a smile spread over her face. ‘You are a very dirty-minded man, Gareth Rawlings.’ And she turned and went back down the stairs.

  ‘And you, squib, whoever you are, are a devious young woman.’

  His chest was against her back as they reached the door at the bottom of the stairs and, for a moment, the scent of his body half persuaded her to change her plans. But although his member was hard against her behind, she thought of Carew and having his stiff stem covering her fingers with its creamy discharge. It was enough to keep her single-minded about what was to happen.

  Once in the stable yard, it was easy to take him by the hand and lead him into the coal darkness of the tack room.

  ‘Be quiet,’ she whispered to him. ‘Keep your voice very low, or we will be discovered and just think how unfortunate that would be. Imagine, if you will, how sharp the straw will be against your back and how soft our bodies will be against yours.’ She kissed him and ran her hand down his front until her fingers were upon his stiffening member. ‘I won’t be a minute. Phoebe’s already here.’

  In the darkness, warm, strong arms reached out and took Gareth from her.

  ‘Phoebe?’ It was all he said before he groaned, and a woman groaned, and straw crackled beneath writhing bodies.

  The supposition Katie had explained to Phoebe on their walk in the woods was proving correct. Once a man got the scent and feel of a willing woman, he didn’t need to see her, only to experience her breasts against his chest, her belly against his belly, and her legs around his body.

  In the darkness, she congratulated herself, then left them there and went to find her second quarry.

  Lady Maude had got into the habit of coming down to the stables and kennels on an evening, purely on the off-chance of getting Oliver to herself.

  So far, Katie had been lucky in escaping her clutches, though on occasion she had been forced into fleeting kisses and the lady forcibly catching hold of her hands and laying them on her chest.

  But tonight, Katie had no intention of escaping her clutches.

  Somewhere, probably the church tower at Pursington, a clock struck ten. On cue, Lady Maude appeared, and this time Oliver did not run.

  The glass monocle slipped from the light blue eye and the big teeth came into view as Lady Maude smiled. ‘Oliver! My dear boy.’

  ‘Your ladyship. How very pleasant to see you.’ Katie smiled, then removed her cap from her head and stuffed it into her pocket. Tonight was the night for Maude’s seduction, but of course, Maude did not know that yet.

  Katie, still smiling, undid the top buttons of her skirt, licked her lips and, with an air of provocation she had seen many men adopt, she caressed the softness of her own throat and collarbone.

  Slowly, her eyes shining with invitation, she stepped back into the dark, mustiness of the stables. She crooked her finger and beckoned Lady Maude to come with her.

  ‘My dear boy!’ Like an instant sunburst, a smile spread over the woman’s face and heaven was in her eyes. The monocle fell from her hand as she expectantly rubbed the undoubted itch she had in her crotch.

  ‘My dear Oliver. My dear, dear Oliver! I do believe you are inviting my attention. How nice. How very nice.’

  Like a snake, she moves towards me, thought Katie, like a predatory cobra she seeks to bite me and swallow me whole.

  Bait, Katie reasoned, must tantalise. Like a mongoose enticing a cobra, she must mesmerise, weaken any defence. It wasn’t a thing she particularly wanted to do. After all, Maude did not elicit the same response in her that Phoebe did. But it was something that must be done.

  Wide-eyed with purpose, Katie reached out, touched the roughness of the woman’s tweed, then pulled her close. For a moment, the closeness of mouths, the mix of breaths, seemed to solidify.

  Get on with it. There was a voice in Katie’s mind. The gap between them closed and Katie kissed Maude on the mouth.

  Katie hid her disappointment that Maude’s lips were not like Phoebe’s. These lips were thin, cold, though parted willingly to accommodate the probing of her tongue.

  ‘My boy,’ breathed Maude when their lips had parted. ‘My beautiful, beautiful boy!’

  Katie could not allow the passion she had ignited in Lady Maude to die down. Quickly, she took hold of her hand and squeezed it. ‘Shh,’ she said, and held her finger to her lips. ‘Keep your voice low, follow me, my lady, and I will give you a night to remember. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us now, would we?’

  Eyes bright with excitement, Lady Maude lowered her voice. ‘No. Of course not.’ Her hand in Katie’s, she allowed herself to be led towards the tack-room door.

  Katie pulled her in, closed the door tightly shut, and let go of her hand. Now, she judged, would be the crucial stage. Would the lustful side of Maude’s nature prevail over her in-born arrogance?

  ‘My, but it’s dark in here. Where are you, my beautiful boy?’ whispered Maude.

  ‘Here,’ said a hushed voice from the straw that lay over the ground. ‘I’m here. Take your clothes off and get down here.’

  ‘Of course. Of course.’ There was no doubting the excitement in Maude’s voice.

  There was a rustling as Lady Maude’s heavy, but well-made clothes hit the straw.

  Covering her mouth with her hand, Katie stood silently against the wall. She could well imagine what was going on in the straw and the darkness.

  Slowly, using her hands to follow the grain of the stone wall, she moved along towards the door that led to a storage room and the outside door behind that.

  Out in the air, she threw her head back and laughed up at the stars.

  Phoebe, who had parked her car at the rear of the building, came round to join her.

  ‘Katie Fisher, I would never have believed it was possible!’ Her eyes sparkled with admiration.

  Katie laughed and raised her eyebrows in a look of surprise. ‘To tell you the truth, neither did I, but you have to admit I was right. Once a host of nude bodies get together, there’s no stopping them.’

  Their laughter stopped as a shaft of light fell from an opening doorway in the main building.

  ‘I’m off,’ said Phoebe. ‘I’ll wait for you on the other side of the tradesman’s gate.’

  Katie didn’t answer, but watched her until she was out of sight before turning her attention back to the man who walked her way. Judging by the height and the style of the man’s walk, she knew that it was Carew.

  He was frowning. Their eyes met and, for once, she caught herself blinking as much as he was.

  ‘Who was that?’ he snapped. He glanced only briefly in the direction Phoebe had disappeared.

  ‘Just a friend, sir.’

  ‘Your lady friend? What was she doing here, and what are you doing here, Oliver?’

  Katie looked skywards. ‘Studying the stars, sir.’ Carew did not look up, but looked at her. She could hear his breathing; hear as a tangible presence the uncertainty he felt about being so close to her - her, who appeared to be a boy.

  He would, she thought, have come closer if his attention had not been diverted.

  A sound came from the other end of the stable. With quick, long strides, Carew marched towards it. Katie, her face flushed and her mind searching for excuses, followed.

  Carew threw open the door to the tack room. An oblong of light fell onto the straw.

  ‘Wh
at the devil is this?’ His cry echoed up to the rafters and bounced off the hard walls, the cold floor.

  Lady Maude, who was naked and sat astride Gareth’s thighs, appeared to climax the moment the door was thrown open.

  She cried out; long strangled sounds, deeply guttural, deeply felt.

  The woman who sat on Gareth’s face, also continued her contortions as she called out her release. Her head was thrown back, mouth open. In her work hardened hands, she held her breasts which were large and round as footballs.

  Beneath the two climaxing women, Gareth himself continued to jerk his hips towards Lady Maude’s cleft as his mouth sucked on the sex of the woman with the big breasts. They were a tableau of energy, a threesome of flesh.

  ‘I don’t believe it,’ Carew exclaimed. ‘I just don’t believe it! They’re not even stopping for me!’

  Katie, blushing like a young man should, covered her mouth with her hand and lowered her eyes.

  If she hadn’t, she would have burst out laughing. Her shoulders shook as her laughter erupted inside rather than out.

  Carew did not notice her amusement - or her satisfaction. He stood immobile, staring at a tableau he had not orchestrated himself. It could, he told himself, have been a spontaneous occurrence but somehow he didn’t think so.

  For a start, his aunt was not a woman to consort with servants, though he had heard that she was beyond redemption once a hand was on her breasts and in her knickers.

  He was vaguely aware that the woman with the big breasts lived at the village inn at Pursington and was well known to be generous with her favours.

  As for Gareth - well. With a shudder, Carew remembered what he had thought that morning as he had eyed the broad shoulders and hard body of the man as he had cranked the motor car.

  Gareth, he could see, was in no doubt of his masculinity like he was of his own. All three, now they were on the pinnacle of their pleasure, gave no indication of stopping what they were doing just because he had arrived.

  There was a terrible urgency in his body, an indescribable need to make them stop, make them admit that they could be as confused as he was. ‘When are you going to stop?’ he cried out.